The Ancients A Tale of Survival

A Rare Event

Mỷrἇ gazed down in wonder at the babe in her arms. Little Äçåçiå was perfect just like her twin brother, Âkįŀ who lay nestled in Ƒáeláƞ's arms. Multiple births were rare. Hîkîoťo said that it was a powerful omen. Mỷrἇ wasn't sure about that, but she was grateful for two healthy babies.

The door creaked open to reveal Jåcóbӱ leading the oldest man and woman in the camp. Ĝämlä and Vaʼnȟǟ had both seen almost 200 years. They rarely ventured outside after dark, but it seems that tonight they made an exception.

"Ĝämlä. Vaʼnȟǟ,"Ƒáeláƞ greeted the couple. "It pleases me that you have come to welcome my children into the world."

Ĝämlä chuckled softly as he peered at the baby boy in Ƒáeláƞ's arms. "We wouldn't miss seeing these two."

Vaʼnȟǟ ran a finger down the sleeping baby's cheek. "They are precious." Vaʼnȟǟ's maternal eyes gazed deep into Mỷrἇ's eyes. "We must keep these two safe and sound. The forces of evil will do all they can to get these two. They will be powerful when they grow up."

"We have already been thinking of what to do."

Vaʼnȟǟ turned her gaze on Ƒáeláƞ. Ĝämlä stroked his smooth chin and looked thoughtful. "What are your thoughts?"

Jåcóbӱ spoke up before Mỷrἇ or Ƒáeláƞ could. "They have been thinking of traveling to several of the ancient sites." Jåcóbӱ shrugged. "We all know the stories. What better area to raise magical children than in a place that survived the Great Disaster."

Ĝämlä raised a finger in the air and shook it slightly as he spoke in a wise voice. "I would suggest that you leave as soon as you've gained your strength. We need all of you alive. Without, our world will suffer the same disaster that once destroyed it."

Mỷrἇ held her daughter close to her as she stared at Ĝämlä and Vaʼnȟǟ. "Do you believe in the old stories?"

Ĝämlä's eyes twinkled and Vaʼnȟǟ gave a secretive smile as they walked to the door. "You should always believe in the old stories. The Gods are not dead. They are still amongst you." Vaʼnȟǟ winked at them as she walked out the door.

Mỷrἇ looked at Ƒáeláƞ and Ƒáeláƞ looked at Jåcóbӱ who looked at Myra. Myra burst out laughing which caused the newborn babies to start awake and started to cry. Mỷrἇ soothed her daughter while Ƒáeláƞ gentled their son. Jacoby watched both of them with affection from where he leaned against the one wall. His heart was filled with love for his ever expanding family. Jåcóbӱ was content with the family he had now. He just wished that he could find a bedmate to sleep with for a night or two, but he didn't dare leave his sister unguarded for that long.

"What are you thinking of Jåcóbӱ?"

Jåcóbӱ couldn't help but smile at the picture that his sister made. Her hair as undone and fell down about her shoulders in a riot of color. Her eyes spoke of her weariness, but they shone with happiness. Mỷrἇ's breast was bare as she suckled her daughter.

"I am just thinking about how much I love you. You have blessed me with two nephews and a niece."

Mỷrἇ giggled. "Thanks Jåcóbӱ. I love you too."

Ƒáeláƞ cleared his throat. "Aren't you going to tell me that you love me?"

Jåcóbӱ made Myra laugh as he ran across the room and pretended to fawn all over Ƒáeláƞ.  Ƒáeláƞ's deep laughter mixed easily with Jacoby's tenor as they joined Mỷrἇin her laughter. Jåcóbӱ picked up Dárkmëre and tossed him into the air making him squeal in joy. Tonight was a night of joy and one that they all would remember for many years to come.